Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. I just laugh and laugh and laugh at it and its humor.
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This was not what I'd signed on for. Yes, I technically said I wanted to be a part of SG-1, and yes, I now am, but it's not the same without Teal'c, Sam, and Daniel. I'm going to end up with nothing but two letters and a number. Personally, I'll take that over some of the nut jobs, jarheads, and mad scientists that have been parading in front of my desk all day.
By the time I head down to the Stargate to greet some incoming guest, I've pretty much given up on having a next-gen rockin' SG-1. And, as my grandma always said, when you've given up, give it to God. Usually, I don't follow grandma's advice (she also suggests drinking a can of sauerkraut juice once a month to 'clean the pipes'), but there didn't seem to be any other options at this point.
So, against my better judgment, I prayed for a miracle.
I got Vala Mal Doran.
God has an odd sense of humor.